A Thankfully Imperfect Woman

In a small town in America, a person decided to open up a bar business, which was right opposite to a church. The church & its congregation started a campaign to block the bar from opening with petitions and prayed daily against his business.

Work progressed. However, when it was almost complete and was about to open a few days later, a strong lightning bolt struck the bar and it was burnt to the ground. The church folk were rather smug in their outlook after that, till the bar owner sued the church authorities for $2 million on the grounds that the church through its congregation & prayers was ultimately responsible for the demise of the bar shop, either through direct or indirect actions or means.

In its reply to the court, the church vehemently denied all responsibility or any connection that their prayers were reasons for the bar shop’s…

What is it that inspires you to write a post or story?

Is it a moment felt,
or a thought that overwhelms?
Leaving us no choice but to abandon everything,
to tap on the keyboard,
or put pen to paper?

Is it words spoken by someone else,
which cannot go unanswered?
So much easier to do by writing,
than by actually answering.

Is it a sense of duty?
The promise we would stick to a schedule,
that taps away inside our heads,
and does not allow us to ignore its demands.

Is it an emotion,
which has built up inside?
Happiness, sadness, grief or celebration,
which we feel compelled to share.

Is it a compulsion?
An addiction so great,
we cannot function,
unless we have written or published.

Is it all of the above?
Every day a different calling,
which leads us to our writing.

Or is it simply the…